She is the Suffering of the World

She is the suffering of the world.
She inhabits the broken walls.
She lies awake in the hollow floor.
She sits against the dying tree.

It has all descended upon her.
Only moments till she falls.
No one is there to hear her crying.
No one there but me.

I listen to the sniffles
I listen to the sobs
Every mistake
Means nothing anymore.

It's been the grayest Tuesday of the whole damn month.
I caress her hair
Until the morning comes.

As the night turns dawn
The tears are dried
Her eyes asleep
Her mind adrift to some far off place.

She sits against the dying tree.
She sits against the dying me.
I let her go.
I let her go on.

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